That too, Wash agrees, silently. He follows York into the club, but doesn't take his helmet off. It's his last defense against the too-lound music and those flashing lights. Still, you can find a certain kind of solitude in a crowd like this, and Wash has always liked that. And if it distracts York, well, all the better.

"Do you want something to drink?" The answer is more than likely yes, but Wash doesn't really trust York to get it himself. Everything in moderation.